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Snake In The Grass
b&w, snake, shadows
Outside the Leaky Cauldron, he lay in wait in the darkness, wand at the ready. It wouldn't be long now before Centuria and her friend emerged, and then he would show the little harlot her place as a Malfoy. He intended to make certain that when they were through, she wouldn't want to so much as think of Black.

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Teri could hear voices, and thought one sounded like Rabastan, but she couldn't move, and couldn't see.

Despite knowing Lucius and Rabastan would be waiting there hadn’t made the words or the moment any less surprising in the dead of the London night. She had nearly forgotten how fast they were.

The disquieting moment had passed before the younger witch had followed suit, apparating back to the place she concerned a second home. Handing the discarded robes to the house elf, Lytha could hardly deny sharing in Rabastan’s contagious thrill. It was a good job well done on all parts. They should feel exceedingly pleased.

But in as quickly as the exhilaration had come it was gone; instead, tempered by a genuine concern for a petrified friend and the promise of things yet to come. "You didn't hurt her did you, Lucius," she queried and passed a stern eye over the motionless witch. This was for her own good.

"She'll be fine, it's a simple body bind," Lucius said dismissively. "Hmm. Where to put her? I think, to begin her lesson, we'll put her downstairs."

Dowstairs, of course, was his euphemism for the dungeon.

Rabastan had a wide grin on his face when Lucius mentioned the 'downstairs.'

"What's the plan, Lucius? What do you think will get her to cave?" Rabastan's questions were eager and a bit louder than he had intended. He hadn't tortured in ages, and this seemed the perfect way to start. There was a part of him that really wanted to make Centuria scream, but he was sure Lucius wouldn't care for it getting that far.

Sidewinding eyes slid from the blond and cut into the grinning Death Eater. The words were not lost on her. While Lytha had never shied away from pain before; prone and postured for a well-deserved beating Centuria may be, Lytha wasn’t about to roll over and let a mad dog like Rabastan have his day just yet.

"Cave to what exactly, Rabastan? We know who and what she has been aiding and imbetting. The only real matter is where is he now?" This was Black’s fault, she anger spoke. If he hadn’t come along and lead Centuria astray, she wouldn’t have to suffer needlessly so like a filthy mudblood. It was his fault, and he would damn well share it.

Lucius also turned his gaze towards Lestrange. "You can use your talents to their fullest extent on Black, when we find him. As for Centuria, a little deprivation will likely go a long way. I would, however, like you to keep an eye on her. I'm not certain how much magic she's capable of without her wand."

He levitated his sister's prone form down the stairs and secured her physical bindings before releasing the spells. He also gave her a good whack to the side of the head with his cane, to ensure that she wouldn't wake for a while. She'd havea headache, but that would go towards making her more docile.

Rabastan followed, listening to Lucius, "I can do that. She won't get past me. I won't let her move an inch."

He watched as the man smacked his sister with his cane, not hiding his pleasure at the sound. This was absolutely perfect. He'd have her all to himself.

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